Roxy
"Aww, someone had an accident," I teased as Asia giggled, her tiny hands flailing while I lifted her from the highchair. The mashed potatoes smeared across her face, and the streak of something suspiciously brown on her hand was all part of the chaos.
"Oh, that's okay, Roxy. I can take care of it," Lilly said, waving her hand casually as she wiped the counter.
"It's really no problem, Lilly. Before I turned sixteen, I used to volunteer at one of the pack's daycares. I don’t mind a little poop."
Lilly laughed at my matter-of-fact tone, trailing behind me as I carried Asia to the nearest room to clean her up. "You don’t talk about your life much. What was it like back at home?"
Her question caught me off guard. I wasn’t used to talking about home. There was too much to hide and eve
